No one ever suspects the cute one. I know this all too well, with my modest dress and shiny pink lips. But a lot of times, the cute ones are the most dangerous. You see, I'm hungry. Not for... food. For a man. For a nice husky man. But the best way to make sure I'm as full as possible is to feed them. Feed them delicious, filling food, forkfuls at a time. Chew, chew, swallow. It's nice, feeding you, it'd even nicer knowing that I will benefit from being overfed, when I swallow you whole. You'll keep me feeling full for months, and I'll enjoy every minute of it. You had a last meal at least, and what a delicious last meal it was.